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“No,” I said quietly, “you can’t have my mouth yet.” I pressed her head down toward my own soft spot, and said, “I want you to eat me until I tell you to stop”
And Heaven followed that statement.
I almost can’t describe what it is like, to have told someone (in this case, the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen) that they were to eat you until you said “stop”, and to have it happen.
She just kept going.
Her tongue roved inside my inner lips, pressing against my urethra, into my vagina, licking steadily at my gushing walls, sucking in my flavor, then pulling out to slide into the creases between my little lips and my mons. And of course, she would often, very hungrily, find my hard rosebud. She would suckle it at first, then begin to alternate the pressure on it, fluttering her tongue against it like a butterfly’s wings, then stroking it circularly like my fingers would do when I masturbated (only her tongue was so much softer).
I screamed (a lot like she did), and I came. Then she’d back off for a little while, the soft expanse of her tongue stroking my inner thighs, then she’d slowly zero in on me again. And I’d cum. She’d build me up, then pull her tongue off my clit and trace my lips like they were flower petals, then tease my opening, then stuff her tongue as deeply inside my pussy as she could…repeatedly, until at last, she’d lap all the way up my mons like a hound and find my clit. And I’d explode again.
For an hour…or two…or more (I really don’t know), I just kept waxing and waning, like the tide…I would swell and moan and sigh, then I would crest like a wave and scream my head off and come, her tongue sucking and pulling and licking at my clitoris and that was all I knew…just her gentle face on my pussy, my Jennifer…my love.
Yes.
After hours of her face in my softest of parts, after more orgasms than I think I may have ever had in all of the other sex acts combined in my life, I began to see only her face there. I was seeing her green eyes above the perch of my short-cropped bush, seeing her full mouth opened to take my own sensual lady-lips into her, her priceless, hungry tongue lapping between my spread thighs not because of the “sex” of what was there, but because it was mine, and it was now hers to have. Though she was mine in every way, she knew now that I was also, in many ways, hers.
I loved her.
As I crested the wave of another orgasm, her tongue seemingly tireless against my hard, insatiable sex-center (though I knew her jaw must be aching terribly), I knew fully that it was HER tongue I wanted, Her mouth, HER sex…my Jennifer.
All mine...
Extracted from Exploring the World: Jennifer’s Way by ameliedelacroix on Literotica.com
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And Heaven followed that statement.
I almost can’t describe what it is like, to have told someone (in this case, the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen) that they were to eat you until you said “stop”, and to have it happen.
She just kept going.
Her tongue roved inside my inner lips, pressing against my urethra, into my vagina, licking steadily at my gushing walls, sucking in my flavor, then pulling out to slide into the creases between my little lips and my mons. And of course, she would often, very hungrily, find my hard rosebud. She would suckle it at first, then begin to alternate the pressure on it, fluttering her tongue against it like a butterfly’s wings, then stroking it circularly like my fingers would do when I masturbated (only her tongue was so much softer).
I screamed (a lot like she did), and I came. Then she’d back off for a little while, the soft expanse of her tongue stroking my inner thighs, then she’d slowly zero in on me again. And I’d cum. She’d build me up, then pull her tongue off my clit and trace my lips like they were flower petals, then tease my opening, then stuff her tongue as deeply inside my pussy as she could…repeatedly, until at last, she’d lap all the way up my mons like a hound and find my clit. And I’d explode again.
For an hour…or two…or more (I really don’t know), I just kept waxing and waning, like the tide…I would swell and moan and sigh, then I would crest like a wave and scream my head off and come, her tongue sucking and pulling and licking at my clitoris and that was all I knew…just her gentle face on my pussy, my Jennifer…my love.
Yes.
After hours of her face in my softest of parts, after more orgasms than I think I may have ever had in all of the other sex acts combined in my life, I began to see only her face there. I was seeing her green eyes above the perch of my short-cropped bush, seeing her full mouth opened to take my own sensual lady-lips into her, her priceless, hungry tongue lapping between my spread thighs not because of the “sex” of what was there, but because it was mine, and it was now hers to have. Though she was mine in every way, she knew now that I was also, in many ways, hers.
I loved her.
As I crested the wave of another orgasm, her tongue seemingly tireless against my hard, insatiable sex-center (though I knew her jaw must be aching terribly), I knew fully that it was HER tongue I wanted, Her mouth, HER sex…my Jennifer.
All mine...
Extracted from Exploring the World: Jennifer’s Way by ameliedelacroix on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #lesbiananalingus #greatass #sophiemoon #bikini #pool #blonde
